Releasing me for just a moment, I look over my shoulder to see him pour the body wash in his hand before setting it down. He comes back to me, wrapping me up in one arm, and begins working the soap into my shoulders and my back, rubbing me down in slow, small circles with the other. It feels fucking fantastic.
I stop jerking myself to pull him closer to me, but he wraps a hand around mine, motioning me to continue.
“No, don’t stop. Keep touching yourself for me,” he instructs. And hell, if that doesn’t light me up all over again. I feel weak but I oblige, doing exactly what he says while he continues washing me. Only, I do it slower so I don’t blow too soon…or without his permission.
I lean into him as he caresses my chest, suds covering me and dripping down my stomach until they collect around my hand.
Hecrouches between my legs, moving deliberately. His hands glide up my thighs with the soap, slow and intentional, then trace back down again. When they settle under my ass with a firm grip, I can’t help the sharp breath that escapes me.
He’s actively avoiding touching me where I want him the most, but fuck, his teasing is bringing me so far to the brink that at this point, I think I may just come from this alone.
Rising back up, he tilts my chin over his shoulder so his mouth grazes mine. Just as I lean in for a taste, he backs up just enough out of my reach. I feel foolish and deeply turned on by the way he denies me.
“You ass.” I narrow my eyes.
Amusement glints in his eyes as a teasing smile curves his mouth. “You want it?”
He leans in again, close enough that I swear I can taste him—and I tell myself I won’t fall for it this time. But his lips look so damn tempting. Wet. Waiting.
Then he pulls back, dodging me again.
A sound nearly slips from my throat, something embarrassingly close to a whine, but I bite my lip and swallow it down instead.
“Beg for it,” he murmurs, voice dripping in lust.
“Kiss me…please.” I cave instantly. Pressure is building quickly and I want to feel his lips on mine before I blow.
He shakes his head, his nose softly brushing on mine. Suddenly, he bats my hand off of my dick and exchanges my hand for his. As soon as I feel his firm grip, my whole body reacts. My nerves feel like a damn fireworks show. I throw my head back, letting out a gasp in desperation.
“Brad, come on. Kiss me.Please.” A choked cry leaves my lips. I’m surprised by the way I sound but I’m instantly soothed as his one hand wraps around my neck, pulling me in to lock his lips with mine.
There he is.
I feel my legs shake as the pleasure climbs up my back.
Detaching his lips from mine, he licks a long pathway up my neck, hungry for my skin.
“Yes, fuck—” I cry, feeling the familiar twinge of an impending orgasm.
“I’m going to have to stuff your mouth again, aren’t I?” he asks gruffly. I nod my head excitedly, at the thought of him inside of me, but instead of his cock, my mouth is filled by his fingers sliding in and out.
“Mmmm,” I murmur around his thick digits as he continues to jerk me. I grip his forearm and hold on for dear life.
Taken over by lust, Brad hurriedly nudges my legs apart. Stuffing his hard cock between my thighs, I pinch my legs tightly together as he rocks in time with my swinging hips.
“That’s it, Noah. Make us come—”
All of a sudden, as though we’re dumped into an ice cold bath, we hear a storm of men’s voices enter the shower area.
Brad and I still, the hand around my neck immediately shifting to cover my mouth. My heart lodges in my throat as we listen. It sounds like four or five young men, shuffling and joking around.
Brad sadly slips out from between my legs and unwraps his hand from around my aching dick.
This amount of edging cannot be healthy.
We stand there for a moment longer, waiting for a sign they’re all shut away in their own stalls.
“Okay, I think we’re in the clear.” Brad whispers in my ear.
